Cleaning Schedule

Habitual impracticality, the practice of being impractical is truly an area that I do excell in. However each impractical idea becomes more attainable as I learn and grow and become less impractical in my impracticality. Meaning I am still impractical but not as much as I was a year ago.

For example last year I was able to lose 25 lbs and start exercising. The exercising has fallen to the wayside and though I never ran the marathon I was dreaming of running I did run a 5k and have kept the weight off.

This year it's cleaning. I downloaded an app called homeroutines and have it set up now to fit my needs. It is quite a handy little tool and I should be able to get my house deep cleaned and organized with this little tool.

So I have decided this should be my next impractical idea! Hopefully it will turn into practical and a habit but at the very least it may just help me improve my skills at keeping up on things.

Familiar Pain

Running is therapeutic. A stress reliever. So when I started feeling familiar pangs of insecurity I ran. Turned on an Elisabeth Elliot teaching and ran until my head was clear.

Afterwards I felt another familiar pain. The Beginnings of shin splints. Blast these muscles and their weaknesses. How am I to run away one familiar pain when it causes another?

Wow!!!

Push. Run. Breathe. Focus. Posture. You can do it! These are the things running through my head as I push harder and harder. Running faster than I expected to be able to. I'm no olympian, nor am I at all able to even win a race or anything. But for me personally, this is great!

My last few runs I have been able to push and run faster than I expected. Not for very long until today. Today I ran for 5.9 mph for over four minutes!!! It felt SO good!

On the other hand, I have had a horrible sinus headache that has lingered for two days. Deep congestion due to either seasonal allergies (which I doubt as the cold froze everything recently) or the smoke from all of the fireplaces running. I can smell it when my heater is running. Killing me.

But I run. I run to try to create a natural decongestant. I run because I have gained weight due to my period. I run because it makes me handle life better. I run because I am addicted. I run because I love it.

So I run.

Theraputic Sweating

Yesterday was a long somewhat emotional day. We had a funeral for a precious women who passed away last week. I had not cried yet until I saw the family and started to realize how much they are hurting. They are all doing very well but it is still a very painful time for them.

I didn't get home until about 10:30 and I knew that if I didn't run I wouldn't be able to again until Thursday. Unfortunately I had not been able to run since last Thursday so I didn't want to wait too long.

I ran, sweated, ran, sweated, and by the end I no longer had a crying headache, no longer did I feel emotionally exhausted. In fact, I felt a nice normal "it's late" tired. Running really did help me through what is normally a miserable after effect. Praise God! I doubt it would have been so effectual if she were my own grandmother, but I am sure there is still some therapy to sweating through the difficult times of life. Praise God for treadmills.

Back In The Game

Run run run as fast as you can or else the person on second will pass you by. Played baseball Sunday. It was fantastic. Monday morning I was so sore I could barely move!

Rerun

"Why won't some people ever change?!" I thought to myself frustrated. Speaking with Kelly about it later she said "what happened that made you frustrated with this person?" my answer? Absolutely nothing. But the past few weeks I had become increasingly annoyed with the little things.

So what had changed? It was the running. When running I was less tense, more happy, I dealt better with issues and had more energy. But the leg injury had stopped all of that.

Getting a treadmill to my house and making the realization of how much I had changed since I had stopped running both occurred around the same time and so I started up again. Now, four days later, I can feel the renewed energy and can laugh off a few more things. Praise God!!!

Next week I plan to be a little less aggressive and run every other day instead of every day. I am back. Try and catch me!

Minimum Maintenance

I love M&M's. They are such a simple candy. If you think about it they are really just chocolate drips in a hard shell package. Its the same amount of chocolate that, when baking, you drip on the counter when you move the spoon you used to stir the chocolate from the bowl to your mouth.

Growing up we hated cleaning and so my mom always tried to come up with ways to make it easier and more fun. One thing we did was MM, or Minimum Maintenance. We would spend 5 minutes in each room, clean as much as possible, and move on to the next room. We used a timer. We raced. We laughed. It was over quickly.

I am going to go back to this today. My house has been fairly organized lately and today I need to simply do a quick pick up and sweep. I wonder if it will still be as fun without my mom or brother here to help. Perhaps I should invite mom over?

We also used to gamble with M&M's when we played canasta.